Edie couldn't quite explain the blush that crept into her cheeks at the title that Frost bestowed on her, even if it was only for their weekend's ruse. It was such an odd word to fall from his lips, one that she had predicted would only be used on Nadya - even though the idea of that made her nearly sick to her stomach every time she thought about the wretched woman. To hear it fall from his lips and have it be directed at her was an odd thing and yet... and yet it was an enjoyable thing. Edie could picture that so easily. Her falling into that role. Her letting her fruitless crush on the man develop into something more. She'd be better than Nadya, would she not? She was loyal to the man. She'd lack the chase - though she suspected he liked that - but would hardly put the lives of everyone in danger. No, it was a fruitless thought. She'd been at the Gala. She'd watched the way his eyes had been only on Nadya and how he had ignored his Beta so readily for her. The memory of it made her feel sick. She was so accustomed to Frost's attention that the idea of sharing it, even for a moment, overcame her with jealousy.

Her eyes flashed to him as he seated himself upon that leather bench with the other men who had been dragged along with their significant others. His voice within her mind was enough to remind her of that delicate power, and quickly she worked to erase the thoughts of what it would be like to love him from her mind. Once more she glanced at him, pursing her lips together. Stay out of my mind, Frost, she thought, just in the off-chance he might choose to listen in on the thoughts that she wanted to keep private. The thoughts that shouldn't have existed there in the first place. No, instead she'd busy herself with the ideas of dresses and the expensive price tags on the beautiful garments. She would look lovely in any of the choices - save maybe for a few of the yellow choices, but who truly looked good in yellow anyway? Choosing the black dress that she'd wear for the evening, however, was an easy one. Thinking ahead, the young woman even found a second gown - though it was hardly as lovely - for the rest of the weekend.

It was that role he'd placed on her that let the word 'babe' slip from her lips that she allowed to plant themselves upon his cheek. Edie did nothing without giving it her all, and if Frost needed her to be his doting girlfriend in order to succeed in the weekend, then that was the very least that she could do. The frown he offered her as she rejected him the dress made her smile, and with a glance over the saleswoman who was still watching them, she beamed. "You know you'll appreciate it better if you have to wait, honey. Don't worry though, Rachel here reassured me that my cute boyfriend would have a hard time taking his eyes off me once I'm in it." She grinned up at him, too easily playing the part of that doting girlfriend. "But you have a hard time with that anyway, don't you?" She slipped her fingers within his, perfectly aware of the brief notion of surprise that her companion gave her.

Perhaps she should have dropped his hand once they were outside of the store and the prying eyes that had been watching their movements. Rachel, as she'd commented on as she'd helped Edie pick out dresses, had claimed Edie was lucky, that her boyfriend was sexy. Edie couldn't deny that. "I'm not complaining," Edie said with a playful squeeze of his hand at his explanation. Even more so, she was thrilled by the way his lips quirked up in that familiar smirk she so easily could coax from him. "Though, Frost, if you wanted me to be your girlfriend, all you had to do was ask." She chuckled, dropping his hand then. She'd allow him to figure out whether or not she was teasing this time. "As for your bank balance..." She dug into her purse, pulling out the bank card to hand it back over to him. She'd hardly need it anymore, right? If he was going to split their profits for the evening, then she'd have her own money to spend soon enough.

Even Edie couldn't deny her amusement as she tugged him within the jewelry store that he seemed so decidedly out of place. It was so rare to truly be able to fluster Frost, and yet it seemed that she'd done so simply by the mention of picking out a piece of jewelry for her. She paused, considering his words on what exactly she would need. "A necklace," She said finally. She'd never bothered with piercing her ears, so earrings would be a complete waste. And even though she was playing the part of his girlfriend, a ring seemed decidedly personal. "Unless you want me to play the part of your fiancé instead here," She teased. "In which case I would need a ring."

She had been looking forward to watching him attempt to select jewelry, even prodding him in the right direction so that he might pick out something truly lovely. His sudden command throwing her all the same, and instantly a frown furrowed on her features. She knew that tone of voice, knew that in that moment it was the tone of an Alpha speaking to one of his followers. She could press her luck, but in this she would not argue. "Fine," She said finally, reaching up to rake her fingers through his hair and push it slightly aside. "I like diamonds. And emeralds make my eyes lovely, don't you think?" Her lip quirked up into a smirk as she stepped back. "Oh, and remember darling, I like platinum, not silver." She winked at him before she turned, heading out to the bench outside on the Vegas strip, her eyes never once leaving the jewelry store window so that she might watch what he was picking out regardless.